Therapeutic Writing
Have you ever written a story and felt that it somehow made you feel better? That whatever stress you were under has been kept at bay for the present? I feel like that all the time and I guess a lot of people have. I know someone who wrote a piece and said she felt better after writing it. It's almost refreshing to vent out onto paper (or onto the computer) and not really care if anyone is listening. Actually, you might care but there is always someone out there who can relate to an idea in it, and there will always be that person who can relate no matter how much you feel that you're alone.
I should get paid for giving out advice like writing down something, anything or just talking to relieve stress. Maybe I should be a therapist and sit on a big comfy chair asking my patient, "And how does that make you feel?"
Sorry if I'm not making much sense with this journal. It's more of an experimental thing, seeing as I've never written one and I barely ever write in a diary. It's just not as satisfying as writing that story that says exactly what you want it to and masking your feelings with the fact that, in writing, anything goes.
I should get paid for giving out advice like writing down something, anything or just talking to relieve stress. Maybe I should be a therapist and sit on a big comfy chair asking my patient, "And how does that make you feel?"
Sorry if I'm not making much sense with this journal. It's more of an experimental thing, seeing as I've never written one and I barely ever write in a diary. It's just not as satisfying as writing that story that says exactly what you want it to and masking your feelings with the fact that, in writing, anything goes.
Posted on September 21st, 2009 at 08:51pm


That's how I felt when I started writing Trapped Up There and then it's sequeal.
Miss Rae, September 21st, 2009 at 09:55:25pm
Writing always makes me feel better, even if I write a story that has nothing to do with how I'm feeling.
Electric Goat, September 21st, 2009 at 09:41:49pm
Made sense.
When I left home and was living with my grandparents I started to write my story, twenty-six roses.
And I've never felt better.
Something HAD to die, and someone in my story did. [sounds kinds morbid]
But I felt good.
Looouise, September 21st, 2009 at 09:00:35pm